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LACEY'S POV:

"Why is she in the hospital?" I asked Luke softly, frowning at the idea of his friend getting hurt.

Luke talked to me about her; he said he saved her. He didn't tell me from what exactly, but I assume it's what I think.

S-she overdosed....it's my fault though, I wasn't there for her, he sobbed, clutching onto the piece of paper he was holding.

"Don't blame yourself Luke, you wouldn't have known she was going to do that," I assured him by awkwardly caressing my own face. I hope he can still feel my touch or this will be a bit awkward, well, for me.

Ellie seemed sad and I wasn't there for her Lace, it's my fault. He said.

"Don't put that on y-"

It was my fault and don't tell me it wasn't, he whispered, looking up at the girl again.

"How is she?" I asked, changing the topic a bit.

She's in coma - she has been for a month already and I can't do this anymore Lace.

"Just hold on, please. Find hope Luke" I begged, pulling at the ends of my - still wet - hair.

That's all I've been doing these past five years, Lacey! I'm tired of searching for hope I won't find. All I've come back with from my journeys to "find hope" are fresh cuts and future scars. I'm sick of looking for hope I won't receive. So stop telling me to find hope because there is none left! Luke yelled, obviously frustrated with his current situation.

"There is hope baby," I said quietly, looking down at my Mark that was flaring underneath my skin.

I-is it...? Luke trailed off.

I slowly nodded and smiled as he pulled up the sleeve of his shirt. His Mark was glowing also, only his was a bit gloomier and mine was a brighter shade of red.

What time is it for you? Luke asked, taking out his phone.

I quickly walked out of the bathroom and looked at the clock on my dresser. "It's exactly half past five," I told Luke.

He gasped lightly, Lacey!

"Yeah?" I asked, walking back into the bathroom. I have to wait to change now so he won't...see.

We're in the same timezone holy fuck! He squealed, standing up from wherever he was sitting.

My eyes widened and I was about to speak when I heard Nate. "Mia and I are heading out, who are you talking to?"

"I - uh - I'm on the phone Nate, bye! Remember not to have sex on the beach, okay?"

I heard a laugh and the closing of my door.

You and him live together? Luke asked quietly.

"Yeah...we're only roommates, he stopped the whole hitting thing a while back," I said casually, grimacing at my image in the mirror.

Wait, wait. Take a few steps back.

"For...what?" I asked slowly, reluctantly stepping back as he told me to.

I haven't seen your face in years, Luke said quietly.

I stepped away from the mirror, cringing because Luke saw me looking all weird with wet hair.

"I look gross," I mumbled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

You're gorgeous, stop putting yourself down.

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